The Mutated Beast King had never been challenged before.
That much was obvious from the way it moved.
It did not charge, nor did it scramble.
It simply advanced with the slow, crushing confidence of something that had never encountered a reason to hurry. Its six limbs carried its colossal frame forward in measured, thunderous strides that sent tremors through the cavern floor with every step. Its three heads swung independently, each pair of white eyes scanning different portions of the cavern, and the dozens of additional eyes plastered across its body rotated and blinked in unsettling unison.
It was, objectively, an extraordinary creature.
Richard flew toward it and felt his stomach drop approximately three times in rapid succession.
'Okay. That is very large.'
He maintained the calm exterior.
He always maintained a calm exterior.
This was a personal policy he had developed over years of pretending to be more composed than he actually was, and he was committed to it.
